Page 15 of Secret Bratva Baby (Dubrov Bratva #16)

She’s trapped beneath me like a little rabbit as I thrust my cock into her. I’ve been holding back for so long that the moment I push into her, I lose my mind.

I have to stop, terrified I’m going to be too rough, buried deep inside her, with her pussy throbbing over my cock. I count to three before I slide out again, slowly, moving for forced control.

Then I slam into her again.

She gasps beneath me, arching her ass towards me.

She loves it.

She’s always loved it when I fuck her from behind. My cock curving against her, hitting all the right spots.

I move with a steady rhythm, listening to the sweetness of her pleasure-filled moans, feeling her body move beneath me, enticing me further, encouraging me.

After a while, I release her arm and wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her backwards, turning her face to the side so that I can lean forward and kiss her.

Our lips touch, and I push my tongue into her mouth.

She gasps against my mouth, and I thrust into her again, claiming her, possessing her as I have wanted to do since the moment my eyes locked onto her.

The pleasure is indescribable as our bodies lock together and we give and take in a heated dance of lust.

I pause long enough to pull her onto her knees and push her face back down onto the mat.

“Perfection,” I growl as I let my hand trace down her spine. I slap her ass hard, just as I thrust into her again. Her body clenches at the sharp and sudden pain, and her pussy tightens on my cock.

“Absolute perfection.”

Grabbing both her hips in my hands, I hold her steady as I fuck her even harder. She’s crying out with each stroke, each time I slam into her; her body is starting to shake beneath me, and she’s stretched her arms forward, clawing her fingers into the mat.

I move faster, remembering exactly what she likes. I can read her like a book and mold her like clay. She is mine to do with as I please, and right now I want to push her over the edge.

Rose shudders as I pull her ass against my cock.

Her pussy tightens over me, and she lets out a loud gasp, fighting for breath as her orgasm hits her. Wave after wave, her pussy throbs over my cock.

I pull out and push into her again and explode inside her, my fingers digging into her hips as ecstasy spins through my body.

Beneath me, Rose giggles. A beautiful sound.

I slide slowly out of her, grinning too.

Rolling off her, I lie down on my back next to her. She shifts closer, resting her head in the curve of my shoulder as I pull her against me.

“I could sleep for a year,” she sighs.

“And eat three meals,” I chuckle.

“You’re also hungry?” she asks.

“I’m practically ready to gnaw your arm off.”

She gasps and pulls her arm away, the one that’s wrapped around my waist.

I grab it and pull it back. I like it where it was.

She sighs softly and closes her eyes.

For a moment, we just lie there, wrapped in each other, catching our breath as I stare up at the ceiling.

Damn.

That was incredible.

That was beyond incredible.

“Shall we go find food?” I say when I realize she might be falling asleep on the gym floor.

“Mm,” she murmurs.

I wiggle out from beneath her and find her pants, pulling them back on her legs while she giggles and tries to help me. But she’s being lazy and making it harder for me, so I grab her ankle, lift her leg, and tug her pants down.

We’re both laughing at the spectacle.

Eventually, she sits up and pulls them the rest of the way up over her hips.

I can’t help myself—I reach for her, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her face close to mine and kiss her.

My heart races.

This isn’t lust or desire or need.

Yes, that is already beginning to burn again, but this is—intimate.

When I pull away, her cheeks are flushed pink.

She smiles shyly.

“We should, um, get some lunch and check on Lily,” she whispers.

I stand up, holding my hand out to her. When she takes it, I pull her to her feet, her body pressing against mine for a moment before she steps away, still smiling.

My phone is sitting on the bench at the edge of the gym mats, along with our water bottles. Rose picks up her water and takes a long sip while I check my phone.

“Mila took Lily to the zoo. It was one of the options of places we said she could go. And she took three guards with her.”

“Lily loves the zoo. As long as they are safe, that’s great,” Rose smiles, looking relaxed.

As far as I am aware, my rivals don’t know Lily is my child, so she should not be at risk. But knowing the guards are with her anyway is good.

“So, we have the house to ourselves,” I smirk, my voice dropping lower.

“What does—"

I scoop her up in my arms and throw her over my shoulder, marching towards the house with her laughing and kicking her legs out, asking me what the hell I’m doing.

I carry her all the way to the kitchen, where I set her down on the kitchen counter, with her legs hanging over the edge.

She swings them happily while I call out the different snack options I’m finding in the fridge and freezer.

“Two-day-old pizza. Chinese. Cheese and cold cuts. Mm. I’m not sure what that is. Pickles. Ice cream. Chicken nuggets.”

Rose is laughing at me.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, turning to frown at her.

“I doubt you had such an odd selection of foods until you had a three-year-old staying in your house,” she grins.

“I happen to like chicken nuggets,” I say, pulling the box from the freezer. “Chicken nuggets and Chinese food. That’s what we’re having for lunch.”

“I’m going to hop in the shower quickly while you throw those into the air fryer,” she says, sliding off the counter.

“I’ll bring them up to my room when they’re ready. We can relax for a bit and eat in bed.”

“Sounds perfect.” She hurries out of the kitchen.

I can’t seem to wipe this grin off my face.

I didn’t expect today to end up like this, but I couldn’t have wished for anything better.

While the nuggets are crisping in the air fryer, I take a quick shower downstairs and pull on a fresh pair of sweatpants.

When the food is ready, I set it all on a tray with some orange juice and cold water and carry it up to my room.

My heart flips when I walk inside to find Rose sprawled out on my bed, wearing pink sweatpants and a little white crop top. She’s flicking through the book that was on my bedside table.

“I didn’t know you were into trains,” she says, scrunching her nose.

“Open the front cover, read what’s written there,” I say, setting the tray on the bed and getting comfortable next to her.

She scans the page and reads out loud.

“Dear Grigoriy, the most annoying and awesome little brother. Love Luka.”

She closes the book and looks at the cover again.

“Train adventures across the globe.”

“Yeah, he wanted to go on every single train on earth. It was a dream of his.”

“Was? I didn’t know you had another brother. Is he away? On a train?” she giggles.

I take the book from her, gently brushing my fingers over the cover.

“He died,” I say quietly.

“Oh. Luka, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make a joke—"

“No, no, it’s okay. Grig was full of jokes. He was amazing,” I smile, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her closer to me. I like how she feels against me.

She leans forward and moves the tray so that we can both reach it. I take a chicken nugget and chew thoughtfully for a moment.

“Grig died two years ago. It broke me. He got tangled up with the wrong people, and because of that, they didn’t care who he was or that he had a family who loved him—they killed him.” I sigh, deep pain throbbing in my chest.

She reaches out and brushes her hand over my heart.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I can’t image how difficult that was. Um, what happened to the people—the ones who, um, hurt him.”

“The people who killed him?” I correct her. There is no downplaying what they did to my brother.

She nods, pulling her mouth to the side. “The ones who killed him,” she says sadly.

“We were planning revenge, but wanted to be careful not to lose anyone else we love. Grig’s best friend was also planning his own revenge. They got what they deserved in the end. The man who had my brother killed is dead. So are his associates. It doesn’t bring Grigoriy back, though.”

She nods slowly, shifting closer to me.

I set the book back down on the nightstand, grabbing another chicken nugget. She takes one, too.

We snuggle quietly for a moment.

“Rose, I’m so sorry for what I did.”

She shifts to look at me, still chewing, and she shyly covers her mouth with her hand. Her brows furrow.

“I’m talking about when I left you. When I pushed you away.”

She swallows, then bites her bottom lip, moving uncomfortably.

She doesn’t say anything.

“If I could go back in time, I would. I would change everything that happened. On one hand, I think it’s unfair that I ever introduced myself to you, but I had no idea we would get so close so quickly. I had no idea I was going to fall in love with you like that.

“Maybe it would have been better if we never met, but I will never, ever say that I want that to be true. I pushed you away because I was worried about your safety. Even in the months that we were together, my family got more and more involved with the mafia, and I thought—I thought it wasn’t fair to put you at risk like that. ”

“So, you discarded me like I meant nothing,” she whispers, pain in her voice.

I brush my fingers through her hair. “I realize it feels that way, but you never meant anything to me. You were my entire world. All I wanted was for you to have a better life than the one I could offer.” I sigh. “I’m so, so sorry, Rose.”

Rose sits quietly, her body curved against mine, her breathing even.

Seconds tick slowly past us.

Finally, she turns to look at me, and her ocean eyes are bright and clear.

“I accept your apology, Luka. I understand why you thought it was for the best,” she sighs. “I forgive you.”

Her words flood over me.

My entire body releases the tension it has been gripping.

I let out a breath of relief.

Mila sends a message that she’s taking Lily out for ice cream.

I reply to ask her if she can please spend the night, making sure Lily has a bath after dinner and gets to bed around eight.

Rose and I talk for hours until we fall asleep.

In the morning, I wake up with a smile on my face before I even realize she’s still curled up in my arms, her body pressed against mine, and her cheek resting on my chest.

She’s fast asleep, her arm draped over my chest.

I brush my fingers across her cheek, tucking her hair away from her face.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Hello.”

I jump in fright, my heart racing wildly.

Peering over the foot of the bed are two little blue eyes. Lily has her hands on the bed and she’s standing on her tiptoes, watching us.

“Hello, sneaky bunny,” I chuckle.

“I not a bunny,” she argues.

“A dragon?” I ask, and she nods.

Lily tries to pull herself onto the bed, but it’s a little too high for her, and I don’t want to move away from Rose and wake her.

“What you doing?” Lily asks, her wide eyes watching me.

“Um…sleeping.”

“Did Mommy and you have a sleepover?”

“Uh—yes,” I nod.

“Are you best friends now?” She scrunches her nose, waiting for my answer.

“Um.” I can’t help but laugh at her innocent questions.

Rose stirs awake, and I pull my mouth tight, widening my eyes at Lily.

“You woke Mommy,” she whispers harshly, wagging her finger at me.

“Sorry,” I whisper back.

“What—how—Lily?” Rose gasps, sitting up in bed and looking bewildered.

Lily tries again to wiggle onto the bed, her little fingers gripping at the blankets like ropes. She grunts with effort. Rose leans forward and takes her hand, helping her up.

Lily squeals in triumph.

“I also want a sleepover.”

Rose glances at me, and I shrug. She grins.

“But the nighttime is over, sweetie. And you had a sleepover with Mila. Was it fun?”

“I feed a giraffe,” she shouts, standing up on the bed, walking with wobbly steps, and then flopping down between us.

Rose wraps her hands around Lily’s little waist and starts tickling her.

“Did the giraffe try to eat you? I think he should have.” She laughs while Lily squeals and kicks.

Rose lifts her into her arms and holds her close. Lily nuzzles her face against Rose’s cheek.

“I missed you, little one,” Rose whispers.

“I love you, Mommy,” Lily says, her voice muffled against Rose.

The exchange has me captivated as I watch them together.

They love each other so dearly. Lily adores her mother, trusts her, laughs with her—it’s such a special thing to witness, and I want this.

I want what they have.

I want both of them in my life.

With a swelling flood of emotion, I realize they are everything I’ve ever wanted.

I swallow hard, pushing the overwhelming surge away, trying to hide it from them. I chuckle and reach out to take Lily.

“Do you know that I am an expert pancake chef?”

“Pancake?” Lily asks, confused.

“Pancakes, baby. Remember the ones you like with syrup?”

“Oooooooh.” Lily wiggles happily.

“Do you want to help me make some?” I ask her.

She pushes away from me, slides off the bed, and bolts out the door.

I glance at Rose, confused.

“Did I say something wrong?” I ask.

“No, she’s already in the kitchen waiting for you,” she laughs.

“Oh.” I laugh too, throwing the blankets off to catch up with her.